It's lonely at the bottom too.

Editor’s note:  Karl has just realized he is all alone on this blog.

            Hello?  Anyone here?  This is Karl.  Hmm.  Maybe they can’t hear me.  I’ll shout.  HELLO?!  IS ANYONE READING?  Nothing.  Well, I guess I’m the only one here.  I’ll try again.  HELLO  hello   hello    hello.  Wow, this blog is so empty that the text echoed.

            Well since I’m alone I may as well post another of my favorite poems to entertain myself…

Walter was a chicken who loved the finer things.

He wore glitter on his feathers and jewels on his wings.

He didn’t understand other chickens in their coops;

How they lived day to day in one another’s poops.

The other chickens told him that they thought it gaudy

To wear gems on your wings and sparkles on your body.

But one day it was Walter who the dinner table graced.

Then everyone agreed that Walter had good taste.

And now here is a donut in a singles bar:  “Hi, I’m a torus.  What’s your sign?”

I am Karl Fogsen.  Thanks for reading.